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Cutting Words & Nighttime Bites

@bardic-inspo / bardic-inspo.tumblr.com

Megh. She/Her. Emotional Terrorist (Writer). Lvl 30. Chaotic Bisexual. Baldur's Gate 3. Member of the Astarion's Juicebox Club. Cats, Writing, & Nerdery. PFP by Arcandoria & Banner by Sniickerdoodles. https://archiveofourown.org/users/bardic_inspo
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A Little Treat

(with their cheeks all flushed)

Pairing: Astarion x Evelyn (Named Tav)

Rating: Mature

Key Tags: Sweet, soft, (candy) corny established relationship fluff, Astarion being mischievous

Summary:

How could she say no when he kissed her so hungrily? When he darted away not moments after, muttering excitedly beneath his breath about thread and tulle and silk? It’s the same reason she’s been talked into and out of so much else: the man is a menace.

Evelyn and Astarion celebrate Harvest’s End. Astarion has a trick up his sleeve for his dearest treat.

A/N: For my dear friend @nyx-knox as part of a fall server exchange <3 Evelyn, the lovely named Tav in this fic, belongs to Nyx. I hope I did her justice! Occurs sometime after the final battle with the Netherbrain, and/or in a dream if it better suits Evelyn’s story. :)

I have no idea if Halloween exists in Faerun or not, and I decided not to look it up! So we’re calling it Harvest’s End instead!

Evelyn shivers, rubbing friction against her bare arms for meager warmth. The autumn breeze bites meaner than Astarion ever would. But he’s to blame all the same; after all, he’s the reason she’s wearing nearly nothing, at nearly midnight, out in lantern-lit streets of Baldur’s Gate.

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A Little Treat

(with their cheeks all flushed)

Pairing: Astarion x Evelyn (Named Tav)

Rating: Mature

Key Tags: Sweet, soft, (candy) corny established relationship fluff, Astarion being mischievous

Summary:

How could she say no when he kissed her so hungrily? When he darted away not moments after, muttering excitedly beneath his breath about thread and tulle and silk? It’s the same reason she’s been talked into and out of so much else: the man is a menace.

Evelyn and Astarion celebrate Harvest’s End. Astarion has a trick up his sleeve for his dearest treat.

A/N: For my dear friend @nyx-knox as part of a fall server exchange <3 Evelyn, the lovely named Tav in this fic, belongs to Nyx. I hope I did her justice! Occurs sometime after the final battle with the Netherbrain, and/or in a dream if it better suits Evelyn’s story. :)

I have no idea if Halloween exists in Faerun or not, and I decided not to look it up! So we’re calling it Harvest’s End instead!

Evelyn shivers, rubbing friction against her bare arms for meager warmth. The autumn breeze bites meaner than Astarion ever would. But he’s to blame all the same; after all, he’s the reason she’s wearing nearly nothing, at nearly midnight, out in lantern-lit streets of Baldur’s Gate.

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A Little Treat

(with their cheeks all flushed)

Pairing: Astarion x Evelyn (Named Tav)

Rating: Mature

Key Tags: Sweet, soft, (candy) corny established relationship fluff, Astarion being mischievous

Summary:

How could she say no when he kissed her so hungrily? When he darted away not moments after, muttering excitedly beneath his breath about thread and tulle and silk? It’s the same reason she’s been talked into and out of so much else: the man is a menace.

Evelyn and Astarion celebrate Harvest’s End. Astarion has a trick up his sleeve for his dearest treat.

A/N: For my dear friend @nyx-knox as part of a fall server exchange <3 Evelyn, the lovely named Tav in this fic, belongs to Nyx. I hope I did her justice! Occurs sometime after the final battle with the Netherbrain, and/or in a dream if it better suits Evelyn’s story. :)

I have no idea if Halloween exists in Faerun or not, and I decided not to look it up! So we’re calling it Harvest’s End instead!

Evelyn shivers, rubbing friction against her bare arms for meager warmth. The autumn breeze bites meaner than Astarion ever would. But he’s to blame all the same; after all, he’s the reason she’s wearing nearly nothing, at nearly midnight, out in lantern-lit streets of Baldur’s Gate.

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Midnight Break

Pairing: Astarion x FemTav (Naomi)

Rating: General Audiences

Word count: 1.1k

Tags: Literal Sleeping Together, Cuddling, Stargazing, Fluff, Post-Canon, POV Third Person, POV Astarion

For the lovely @bardic-inspo (for our discord fall exchange) and her wonderful Tav Naomi with Astarion. Enjoyed writing them a lot even though I worried about it a bunch if you were gonna like it! So happy to know you did!!!

And everyone can read it here 👇(then go and read her lovely fic about the two of them!)

(also sorry about the title - I am very bad at coming up with them)

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THIS IS SO CUTE AND PRECIOUS TO ME 💜

Thank you so much for this lovely fic!! 🥰

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A Little Treat

(with their cheeks all flushed)

Pairing: Astarion x Evelyn (Named Tav)

Rating: Mature

Key Tags: Sweet, soft, (candy) corny established relationship fluff, Astarion being mischievous

Summary:

How could she say no when he kissed her so hungrily? When he darted away not moments after, muttering excitedly beneath his breath about thread and tulle and silk? It’s the same reason she’s been talked into and out of so much else: the man is a menace.

Evelyn and Astarion celebrate Harvest’s End. Astarion has a trick up his sleeve for his dearest treat.

A/N: For my dear friend @nyx-knox as part of a fall server exchange <3 Evelyn, the lovely named Tav in this fic, belongs to Nyx. I hope I did her justice! Occurs sometime after the final battle with the Netherbrain, and/or in a dream if it better suits Evelyn’s story. :)

I have no idea if Halloween exists in Faerun or not, and I decided not to look it up! So we’re calling it Harvest’s End instead!

Evelyn shivers, rubbing friction against her bare arms for meager warmth. The autumn breeze bites meaner than Astarion ever would. But he’s to blame all the same; after all, he’s the reason she’s wearing nearly nothing, at nearly midnight, out in lantern-lit streets of Baldur’s Gate.

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A Little Treat

(with their cheeks all flushed)

Pairing: Astarion x Evelyn (Named Tav)

Rating: Mature

Key Tags: Sweet, soft, (candy) corny established relationship fluff, Astarion being mischievous

Summary:

How could she say no when he kissed her so hungrily? When he darted away not moments after, muttering excitedly beneath his breath about thread and tulle and silk? It’s the same reason she’s been talked into and out of so much else: the man is a menace.

Evelyn and Astarion celebrate Harvest’s End. Astarion has a trick up his sleeve for his dearest treat.

A/N: For my dear friend @nyx-knox as part of a fall server exchange <3 Evelyn, the lovely named Tav in this fic, belongs to Nyx. I hope I did her justice! Occurs sometime after the final battle with the Netherbrain, and/or in a dream if it better suits Evelyn’s story. :)

I have no idea if Halloween exists in Faerun or not, and I decided not to look it up! So we’re calling it Harvest’s End instead!

Evelyn shivers, rubbing friction against her bare arms for meager warmth. The autumn breeze bites meaner than Astarion ever would. But he’s to blame all the same; after all, he’s the reason she’s wearing nearly nothing, at nearly midnight, out in lantern-lit streets of Baldur’s Gate.

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Blood in the Mortar

Pairing: Ascended Astarion x Vampire Bride Tav

Rating: Explicit (Smut!!)

Key Tags: Vampire/Blood Bride Lore, Service Dom Astarion, Sexy Use of Telepathic Bond, Evil Power Couple, Torturing a Captive, Choking, Biting/Blood, Masquerade, PIV, Cunnilingus

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“I wanted to see you right where you belong,” Astarion whispers, the sound as sheer as the lace he wrecked. “So beautiful on your throne.” It started on Naomi’s knees, this new life of passion and pleasure unbridled. Astarion didn’t know he’d be hers, just as much as she’d be his, when he bit her thrice, bled her dry, and gave her just one drop of his ascended blood.

Cross-posting from my AO3 account. This is my first BG3 smut fic. If you like it, I'd love to know! Click here if you'd prefer to read on AO3.

“To whom can a vampire bare its soul and admit its fears? From whom can it receive consolation for the past, comfort for the present, and hope for the future?...The vampire is drawn emotionally to a mortal and decides, because of the strength of this emotion, to make her his bride…The happiness of the vampire becomes tied up with the prospective bride, and its well-being depends on hers.”

-Van Richten’s Monster Hunter’s Compendium, Vol 1

Astarion twists the stem of his wine glass, idly tilting the contents within. His assorted guests warp in the bulb of it, swaying between rosy red and clear crystal.

A gravelly voice interrupts his game. “Quite the menagerie you’ve gathered here, Lord Ancunín.”

Astarion doesn’t bother to stifle his sigh. There’s no mistaking him as the lord of the house, even masked as he is. Astarion’s ensemble this evening is pitch dark velvet swirled in crimson thread and snaking silver. His mask glimmers in the same shade of scaled metal, set to complement the curve of his cheekbones, with only miniscule, twinkling rubies encrusting the edges. Nothing meant to outshine the searing color of his eyes. The mask might be silver, but it’s a red dragon Astarion embodies for this particular masquerade.

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Snippet Sunday

Tagged recently by I think a few folks but I'm behind I'm sorry 😢

A bit more from my untitled modify memory fic in which a happily evil ever after with A!A and his vampire bride is interrupted when someone sets her memory back to pre-tadpole.

He reached out a hand to cradle the statue he made of her. Her skin still crawls with the sensation of it smoothing the hinge of her jaw hung agape. “Rest, my sweet,” [Astarion] whispered, wet-eyed and reverent. “This will all be over soon. Everything will be as it was. You’ll see.”

Tagging: @astarionancuntnin, @nyx-knox, @meeshrox, @brain-rot-central, @paganwitchisis, and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it! 💜

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @honeybee-bard and @wilteddreamsofbaldursgate, tysm friends!!

Sharing a little more from my Ascended Astarion x Vampire Bride modify memory WIP where their happily evil ever after was interrupted by Tav being attacked with a modify memory spell, resetting her memories to pre-tadpole. Astarion is attempting to re-romance his spouse, restore her memory, and find out who's behind the attack.

But first, they fightin'.

“Why do you live here?” She asks sternly. Astarion’s jaw drops like an anchor. “What!?” He sputters, flabbergasted. “Why you do live in this wretched place?” Naomi asks again, hands wrung in exasperation. “If you’re truly so powerful, if you could go anywhere--” “I can!” Astarion blurts, indignant. “Then why live here?” “You had as much say in the renovations as I did, darling,” he leers, voice biting even though his throat grows thick. “The colors, the art, the drapery -- all of it! And you pick now to tell me you’ve loathed it all along?!”  Naomi meets his narrowed gaze with a cutting one. “Just because it’s pretty doesn’t mean it isn’t painful.”

Tagging in turn @arcandoria, @astarionancuntnin, @nyx-knox, @seaofdaydreams, and @davenswitcher if you're working on anything you'd like to share! No worries if not!

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WIP Whenever

Tagged most recently by @honeybee-bard. Thanks friend! (Edit: later tagged by @totally-not-deacon, @kalmiaphlox, and @marlowethebard, and @astarionancuntnin tysm lovelies!!! 💜)

I've switched gears and have started working more earnestly on the Modify Memory fic I've talked about a bit before. General concept: Ascended Astarion x Vampire Bride power couple, except, the consort is attacked with a Modify Memory spell, resetting her memories to pre-tadpole. Astarion has to re-romance his spouse, restore their strained bride/sire bond along with her memories, and get to the bottom of who was behind the attack in the first place.

For the first dawn since his ascension, Lord Astarion Ancunin wakes alone.  His trance was an ephemeral kindness. In it, Naomi was beneath him. In their bed, with her hands clawed in their sheets, ripping another set into ruin. Her lithe body arched from the mattress, melting bare into his chest. Astarion ground down against her, pinning her in place. Her place. His beautiful bride, his dark consort, his sweet siren, surrendered entirely to his touch, with his name in her mouth and his cock slotted inside her cunt. “Fuck,” he growls, teeth bared to his pillow as his eyes flutter open. For the first dawn since his descent from the nautiloid, Astarion hates the sunlight dappling his pale skin with every fiber of his being. He rips the sweat-streaked sheets from a bed intended for guests, swearing violence against that vile, searing star. He might’ve loved the light for as long as he could stand in it, far before he fell for Naomi. But he’d see it snuffed to cinders for stealing her away from him. Even if it only was a memory that was taken. After all, the past three days have taught him memories are such fragile, breakable things. Such precious, irreplaceable treasures. Astarion’s glare snags on the array of glassworks collected on the mantle. Little sculptures and trinkets meant to catch the rays streaming in from the vast east-facing window. Abruptly, he shoves from the bed, closing the short distance in quick strides. He seizes a small prism in his fist, reels it back, and sends it soaring through that pretty, perfect pane of glass. His darling sounds so much prettier when she shatters for him. He huffs a tight, unsated sigh, eyeing the shards in disdain. 

Tagging @meeshrox, @bellasmumblingsandmusings, @vixstarria, @wilteddreamsofbaldursgate, and @ladymdc if you have anything you're working on that you'd want to share. No worries if you'd rather not! 💜

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Midnight Chimes - Series Masterlist

Pairing: Astarion x Cursed! Tav

Fic Summary:

It’s easier for Astarion to believe Naomi tastes so sweet because she was his first. Easier to ignore the fact that every undead in vague proximity yearns for the same blood that’s sated him night after night. Easier to pretend her music is arcane as any other bard’s, and not divine enough to wake corpses from the dirt. Easier to pretend Naomi is simply a bard, and not something more akin to a siren. One that's slowly realized she's not just another sailor, after all. Easier to bury the fact that he's already stupidly in love with her. Like she wouldn't just raise that out of the ground, too. A curse rears its head. A devil comes calling. Astarion fights for his freedom from Cazador. He and the rest of their merry little band fight to save Tav from the doom she feels she's fated for.

CW: Eventual smut, canon-typical gore/violence, depiction of Astarion's trauma

Key Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Medium Burn, Tav has her own Subplot, Gothic Vibes, Deals with Devils, Some Canon Divergence, The Pale Elf Quest

Chapters: 7/?? (Ongoing)

Chapter List

*Chapters that include smut will be listed with pink titles.

✨Chapter One: You Look Different in the Daylight

✨Chapter Two: Moths to Flame

✨Chapter Three: Restless Bones

✨Chapter Four: Dissonant Whispers

Chapter Five: Supplication

✨Chapter Six: Friend of the Dead

✨Chapter Seven: Morbid Curiosity

Chapter Eight: Creature Comforts

Chapter Nine: TBA

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love 💕

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aaAAAH thank you for the ask! 😭💕 Omg I’m not an author or anything but uh I have two Ascended Astarion x F!Reader fics that I’ve written? I worked really hard on them, so yeah, uhh hopefully they are enjoyable to some folks out there 👉👈

1. Memento Mori: tumblr . ao3

2. Vanitas: tumblr . ao3

They’re both standalone smutty oneshots featuring AA and his consort. Lots of angst sprinkled in but I try to end them on a generally comforting note. The name of the collection is Death & his Maiden, and I do have some ideas cooking for the future, if there is any interest, but for now it’s just the two. Thank you for thinking of me anyway! 🥹🫶💖

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤

Awww thank you lovelies 💜 This is so sweet. I added the synopsis of each one, and the thing I'm most proud of as a way to self-reflect. The first three are BG3, and the last two are Fallout 4 fics.

1. Midnight Chimes - Astarion x Cursed! Tav, Rated E for intermittent smut, ongoing longfic

It’s easier for Astarion to believe Naomi tastes so sweet because she was his first. Easier to ignore the fact that every undead in vague proximity yearns for the same blood that’s sated him night after night. Easier to pretend her music is arcane as any other bard’s, and not divine enough to wake corpses from the dirt. Easier to pretend Naomi is simply a bard, and not something more akin to a siren. One that's slowly realized she's not just another sailor, after all. Easier to bury the fact that he's already stupidly in love with her. Like she wouldn't just raise that out of the ground, too. A curse rears its head. A devil comes calling. Astarion fights for his freedom from Cazador. He and the rest of their merry little band fight to save Tav from the doom she feels she's fated for.

I'm really proud of how I've made Naomi's bardic magic/nature a tangible element in the plot and general vibe of this fic. Sound and silence feature really prominently, even in the connection between Naomi and Astarion.

2. Blood in the Mortar - A!A x Evil Vampire Bride Tav, Rated E for Smut, oneshot

“I wanted to see you right where you belong,” Astarion whispers, the sound as sheer as the lace he wrecked. “So beautiful on your throne.” It started on Naomi’s knees, this new life of passion and pleasure unbridled. Astarion didn’t know he’d be hers, just as much as she’d be his, when he bit her thrice, bled her dry, and gave her just one drop of his ascended blood. In which ascended Astarion is a slightly softer service dom, and Tav is his blood bride. Their bond as bride and sire doesn’t only bind, but blends, creating a link that runs deeper than the one they shared through the tadpole. Tav is a terror of her own renown, and together, they build an empire of bone and blood.

I'm most proud of my characterization in this fic. I felt like I had a chance to turn expectations on their head a bit with showing how Naomi is just as depraved as her sire, and how the bride/sire bond has only served to enable both their carnal impulses.

3. Dhampir Dreams - Spawn Astarion x F! Tav, post-game breeding smut/pregnancy kink

Tav saw beauty in Astarion he couldn’t have seen himself, even if he had a reflection to gawk at. She made love with a man who never thought he could have anything near it. Made all his red dreams come true, and then said: go on, make new ones, in whatever color you like. Astarion never thought about being a father. Not before her. Or: an angsty-turned-horny character study about the pale elf and his thoughts on creating new (un)life.

I'm proud of myself for stepping outside of my comfort zone and writing my first generic Tav piece. This is also one of the more specific kinky pieces I've written, and I'm really happy with the way I portrayed and considered the roots of that within Astarion's character.

4. We Never Go Anywhere Nice - Deacon/MacCready/F!Sole OT3, three-part horror/adventure story with overtures of polyamory, Rated T

Deacon, Natasha, and MacCready investigate a lead in a case of several missing ghouls and find themselves spending the night in a house hiding secrets in plain sight.

I'm most proud of myself for telling a somewhat succinct little adventure that could've plausibly been a side mission within the game itself.

5. No Rest for the Wicked - Deacon/MacCready/F!Sole OT3, oneshot, Rated T

Deacon gets it, he thinks. MacCready and Natasha are in love with each other. A kind of crazy, end-of-the-world, burn down bridges sort of in love with each other. And they’d be fine enough on their own without him. Right? “So, let me get this straight,” Deacon asks him. “You’re begging me to sleep with your girlfriend?”

This is the first fic I posted to AO3. I'm proud of the fact that I posted at all, and that it's still something I can feel proud of at all even with time and distance. I think I succeeded in portraying the characters and all the ways they long for healing (and seeking that in each other).

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thank you for the tag @nyx-knox!! im finally getting to work on chapter 2 of bad blood. angst train is departing, all aboaaaard:

Gods, why did he have to say the things he said? Out here, he was vulnerable again and without the artefact near, who knew how long he could make it before turning into a monstrosity? He could only hope they were near enough if only to keep the effect of the artefact working on him. It’s not like he could go back to them either. Now, he was on his own, again. Truly, utterly alone. As the dread started to set in into his mind, he shook his head, seizing himself back with an artificial confidence, one that accompanied him like a devil on his shoulder.  To the Hells with them, I don't need them, he thought. I don’t need her I don’t need anyone. I'll go to Baldur's Gate and face Cazador on my own. He kept repeating this mantra to himself over and over again while he made his way through the Shadow Lands, and as the words echoed in his head, he realised how wrong they were. His false bravado might’ve worked once upon a time, but after bonding with this group of weirdos, the lies he tried to tell himself only got him so far. In truth, he could never face Cazador alone. Hells, he barely managed to hold his own in their group, often getting saved in extremis, whether it be a healing spell from Shadowheart or a close kill from Karlach, or even a destructive spell from the sorceress. Tav… Just as he thought about her, his eyes fell upon the carnage they had experienced at the Last Light Inn. How he felt when he thought she was dead, the suffocating fear of losing her, how he would've given everything he didn't have to have her back, only to ultimately lose her for what he had done. Shit. I need to fix this.

tagging if you have something to share (no pressure!!): @tragedybunny @bardic-inspo @spite-made-me @marlowethebard and @dabblesindrabbles uwu

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WIP Wednesday (Er...Technically Thursday Now)

Tagged by @bardic-inspo . Thank you for the tag!!

This is from What Love Can Change and is a couple chapters in advance of what is released currently. I am also working on a WIP called "His Real Family" but I only just started chapter 2 and I dont have it proof read yet and it is still being written. Here is the snippet of chapter 2 of "His Real Family"

Content Label: Mature

Sexual themes

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